Saturday, March 10, 2018

the last book I ever read (Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders, excerpt five)

Even there, at the end, in our guest room, with a view of the bricks of the Rednell house next door, upon which there hung a flowering vine (it was early June), the stable and grateful state of mind I had tried to cultivate all my life, via my ministry, left me in a state of acceptance and obedience, and I knew very well what I was.